Gotta get clean every now and then... [closed]

[invisiblepinkboat]

WHO: Elita One, Ambulon
WHERE: The washracks with the energon springs under Solus Prime's temple.
WHEN: After the conversation Elita and Ambulon has in his post.
WHAT: Bathing. :|
WARNINGS: None

Even if the slowly rising temperatures outside would've mattered in any grave way for Cybertronians, down here, in the tunnel leading to the washracks and the rather lovely energon pools, there was no way to tell the outside had become uncomfortable for organics.

Walking along the corridor while waiting for Ambulon to appear, Elita was studying the setup of the lightning here, to, if nothing else, see what supplies would be needed to maybe get better lighting inside both this and the other washracks. Headlights and optics and whatall, but better lightning in places where you were going to get clean was probably a good idea.

It'd make things easier, if nothing else.

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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"Maybe they're worried we wouldn't be able to handle the truth," Ambulon suggested, only half-serious. He knead the edges of his palms into her lower back, and back up. Resting on her neck again, repeating the process.

"But, well... We'll see, I guess." He smirked. "Maybe we can ask a question each?" He drew his hands back, dipping them in the pool. "How do you feel?" Ambulon inquired. "There's going to be some initial soreness for a bit and a little tomorrow, but all and all, should have helped loosen up any actuators and joint-cramps."

[invisiblepinkboat]

Elita chuckled, taking it mostly for the part-joke it was even as she dipped her helm in a brief acknowledgement. It was possible, after all, if only because of the reasons they might have disappeared.

Unicron, the Badlands and the Lambda.

"I doubt she'd mind that," Elita said with a laugh and then gently shifted her shoulders and neck. Letting out a vent that was as much waste heat as it was relief, Elita stood up with a bright smile and tugged Ambulon up with her.

"It feels great, thank you."

Before she stepped away, Elita got close and tugged Ambulon towards her, hugging him for a few moments.

OKAY SEE NOW I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO USE THIS ICON

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon went to respond but then--oh. Oh. His optics widened, glowing brightly. This was... unusual? Not the fact it was Elita - well, just a little - but... He'd never been an affectionate person. Not one for touching. For a moment, Ambulon debated what to do. What did-- Oh, right! Feeling slightly stupid, Ambulon slowly raised his arms and hugged her back. Very, very lightly and loosely, not knowing if she'd appreciate it or--or whatever.

Ambulon gently pulled back, hands floating nervously at her elbows. "It was..." he swallowed, and smiled, optics still a little too-bright. "The pleasure was all mine."

He looked to the exit. "I guess it's back to the real world then."

WELL THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE CUTE

[invisiblepinkboat]

The fact that she hadn't completely misjudged and that he was hugging back was enough for her, however hesitantly he was doing it.

Meeting his smile with one of her own, Elita nodded as she turned and got out of the pool.

"This was just as real as anything, but yes, I suppose you're right," she said, laughing briefly, optics bright. "Ready, then?"

ROLLS INTO BALL

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon chortled. "Off we go, then." He gestured forward, as if to say "ladies first". Except, well, he really didn't know that term. Still, manners, he supposed.